#we're just?? we like the culture. the food. the family. the surroundings.

[pray4saint]

Hello! Currently thinking about dteam and chuckle sammich honeymoon hc's! Where you'd go, what you'd do, how was IT was mm

dteam & chuckle sammy on their honeymoons

dteam masterlist & chuckle sammy masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader.

a/n. omg bae, i've got you! also thoughts like these are gonna be rotting my brain for the next month / nsfw versions: dteam / chuckle sammy

dream

either hawaii or france.. idk what to tell you he's a cheeseball, sticks with the classics OR on the complete opposite, somewhere thailand (but for the sake of my sanity and writing ability we're going with kona, hawaii)

definitely picked a b&b over a hotel, he wanted the privacy for that first night as a wedded couple

leaving around 11am to go to beaches all day or go shopping

when you're out shopping, he always finds a way to not-so-subtly mention that you guys have just gotten married / he thinks he's subtle

standing in a pacsun, the cashier scanned the tags of the clothes you were buying, asking the usual customer service questions, ”how are y'all doing, did you find everything okay?” and you look up at your husband before nodding, but he still spoke up, ”doing good, we just got married, this is spouse, and yeah,” he turns to you, ”i think we found everything okay.” ”mhm.” you smile at his incessant need to announce that you're married.

tbh powerbottom!dream but in an absolutely sfw, fluffy way / how he looks at you with, essentially, heart eyes when he says something begging for your approval but also making it widely known that you're his and that you're married every chance he gets

dream most definitely has that 'nothing can bring me down' mentality while on your honeymoon

also in the evenings when the sun sets and you're sat next to him or on his lap, he thanks any and every higher power he's ever heard of that you came into his life because you're stunning and he loves you so much and can't imagine his life without you

doesn't even register if fans come up and ask for a picture until you point them out, he's just so invested in you

he also doesn't get on any of his social media except to post the occasional instagram story despite how much you told him it was fine and you didn't mind if he checked twitter or updated his snap story

”clay, aren't your fans gonna worry if you go MIA from twitter?” you set your notebook aside, turning to face him. ”no honey i'm gonna spend time with you, they can wait.” he smiles at you. ”yeah i know but-” ”no buts. they can wait.”

also he inevitably gets sick on the last day of your honeymoon, which is fine because you were getting tired of going out every day / you made him soup with the small amount of food you'd bought at the local costco and he finally took to twitter to tell them how wonderful you were being

sapnap

i think he's taking you on 2 honeymoons, the first is for two weeks in texas to spend time with his family, just so you know you can always depend on them when you need them

the other is for three weeks in greece; the people, the culture, the food, he loves it and he wants to surround you in it

probably picked a hotel over a b&b

also on all the flights, during airport security, in taxis/ubers, when waiting for flights, in the hotel, he kept repeating the same words

mrs./mr./mx. armstrong, he just loves saying it, SO MUCH

”i love you, [mrs./mr./mx.] armstrong.” your newlywed husband spins you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. ”i know mr. armstrong, and i love you.” you press a kiss to his lips, trying to get out of his arms to get back to unpacking your suitcase

i think for activities, lots of lunches out and dinners in

also a whole lot of museums and art galleries and ancient ruins, spending time talking about greek mythology and your own theories and opinions on it

sap also sometimes calls you bro on accident and you sometimes call him dude still and all you guys can ever say about it is 'it is what it is'

”what are you gonna get, bro?” he asks as he closes his own menu. he didn't even realise what he said, but the waiter did, and he just watched with intent, unsure of what was happening. ”i don't know dude, whatever you're having i guess.” you close your menu. the waiter speaks up, ”i'm sorry i know it's none of my business but uhm- are you two not, married?” he sounds nervous, as if he thinks he's interrupted some secret affair. ”wh- what? we're married. we've been married.” sap is the one to point it out, taking your hand in his. ”ah, it was just how you called each other 'dude', and 'bro'.” the waiter laughs nervously, walking away with the order written down. in unison, ”it is what it is.”

i also think he takes you shopping because he believes the people who gave you the best wedding gifts should also get a gift in return in addition to a thank you card

lots of hand swinging with your left hand to show off your ring, and hugging in lines, and kissing-bordering-on-making-out in public, he just has no reason not to anymore, you're married

george

george couldn't decide where you went for awhile, so he asked of your friends and his friends and ended up at first with iceland (this is george guys remember) but then changed his mind and picked italy and romania, one week in each

b&b >>> hotels with george, he prefers the privacy

he spent months before the wedding trying to learn the basics of the italian and romanian languages despite how widespread english is

definitely takes you out to eat A BUNCH, except for two nights in each country where you and him cooked dinner for yourselves

you can expect lots of late mornings and late nights with george, he just can't get enough of his new spouse

definitely emphasises your last name being davidson whenever there's a reservation or when he feels the staff is being a little too forward

”last name?” the host asked, eyes glued to the kiosk screen in front of him. ”mr. and mx. davidson.” your husband smiled at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

takes you to a store at the start of the trip so you have food where you're staying / bonus if you convince him to go to a farmers' market

every day of the trip you and him have set aside an hour to talk to your respective friends on the phone (he's louder)

also forgets to tell you that he booked a redeye for the first flight out of italy/romania because when he booked it he forgot he was planning for two people instead of just himself / he apologised a lot for it

”y/n i'm sorry, if i had been paying attention i would've booked it for later in the day tomorrow.” ”george, baby it's fine. i really don't mind. it's not like i'm going anywhere.” you flash him your ring with a smile to emphasise you point, to which he returns the smile before looking at his own ring.

he apologised again when the plane was about to take off

ted

i think ted takes you to japan for your honeymoon, at least for a week to try those capsule hotels that you and him been dying to try for months

i think he wants to go see all sorts of attractions in japan; theme parks, cat cafes, boardwalks, boat tours, and maybe take you to see an anime film (my brain is rotted from wanting to see an anime film in japan im sorry)

he booked a hotel because in the moment, it felt the easiest

even in japan he would get recognised, but not nearly as often as he did in the states and he would kindly turn down any fan who wanted a picture because he was busy on his honeymoon

lots of small kisses; at the end of a boardwalk, right before you sit down at restaurants, when you get back to the hotel room, when he brings you coffee, tea, or water in the morning, just outside the restaurant when you're leaving, when you two depart in a mall for a set time of 20 minutes

i think he likes seeing the trending tags on twitter surrounding your wedding

”what'ya smiling at, like an idiot baby?” you ask him, drying your hair with a towel from your recent shower, as you walk around from where your suitcase was to where he was stood in the mini kitchen. ”'the nivisons,' we're trending honey, that's all. i think it's sweet.” ”you know coming over here and giving me a kiss is even sweeter.” his phone is on the counter and he's encasing himself around you so fast.

he definitely texted his married friends for ideas when he started to run out / also before you left he logged into your pinterest on your computer and looked for anything he could use as an idea

you guys start binge-watching a new show while on your honeymoon and made inside jokes about it (yeah you became that couple)

holds your hand when you're walking around and getting into taxis and doing pretty much anything in public because he's scared he'll lose you in a crowd

he talks to you like he would a child. ”don't let go of my hand.” ”i won't ted, don't worry.” you shake your head at his antics once he turns away.

books a later in the afternoon flight out so that you can sleep in and he can pack for you and wake you up and get you out the door slowly, without a huge rush and stress

charlie

charlie takes you to 2 places, to start, you get 3 weeks in bali plus a week in new zealand (jrr tolkien/hobbit/lotr fans are gonna love this one)

in bali, he rents a whole house, 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom with a rate of $110 (usd) a night

while you're there, he takes you to sightsee places like gunung kawi temple, pura lempuyang luhur, ubud monkey forest, tukad cepung waterfall and holy spring (tirta empul)

of course wherever you go he insists on holding your hand, just to keep you close by

”baby you gotta let go of my hand i wanna take pictures.” your husband huffs a small, ”fine.” he releases your hand, but his hands find perch on your waist while you take pictures of the water, or the shops, or the wildlife, whatever.

definitely asks if he can use some of the pictures you took for his instagram story (it's the most he's ever used his insta story) and you tell him yes but only if you get to pick them / also on the same note, if either of you snap anyone during your honeymoon or just take selfies in general, they're always of you two kissing or giving each other cheek kisses in the house or at a restaurant or at a location you're visiting

he spends a lot of time just looking at your ring and how the ring on your finger looks against his fingers and vice versa with his ring against your fingers

”charlie?” he looks up from your intertwined hands in surprise. ”hm, what?” ”whatcha thinkin' about?” ”mmm, nothin', just admiring you.” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, making you smile and a small tint to cover your cheeks.

in new zealand it's a hotel but it's a hobbit hole hotel, complete with tours of everything new zealand could offer about the tolkien's lord of the rings/hobbit universe

more eating out here than in bali despite how much more expensive it is

(if you're not a huge tolkien fan:) lots of thank yous from him for putting up with the trip so he could enjoy it // (if you are a huge tolkien fan:) a ton of excitement for both of you during the entire trip, and lots of talking about your own theories as you learn more about the fictional world

also vlogging the new zealand trip with charlie >>>> / and cataloging the film in the airport just before your flight for you to edit when you get home

schlatt

canada. idc, canada, that's where you're going. or iceland. somewhere cold.

i'm kidding, he told you that as a prank and then took you to australia (i apologise if you can't stand the animals there but this is schlatt we're talking about c'mon)

hotel over a b&b because even he, being the big guy that he is, was a little worried about finding a massive spider in the bed

probably quite a bit of alcohol that first night as a married couple

”y'so- god sweets y'so pretty.” schlatt twirled you around with one hand, beer bottle in the other. you giggled, the alcohol affecting your words and actions. you kept one hand tangled with his while the other held a grip on your bottle of beer. ”j..y'so handsome, you know that?” he blushed, and it must've been the alcohol because your boyfriend– husband now, never got flustered over something as small as that.

there's one night where you two go out dancing and when he sees all the prying eyes of the men and women around you, he makes sure to emphasise your ringed hands, keeping one of his hands planted firmly on your side

somehow you ended up going to see some aniaml fight with schlatt and when it got a little.. gory, you'd cover your eyes with your hands and tuck your head into his shoulder or his chest

”you alright baby?” he asked, flicking his eyes between you and the fight, arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. ”i guess. jus'wanna leave though.” you whispered up into his ear and he nodded, waiting another minute before walking out with you tucked into his side, repeatedly asking you if you're really okay.

schlatt who takes you out to dinner every other night, with the rest of the nights being used to talk to both his and your friends and watch films together

also schlatt who believes in taking turns making lunch; whether it be sandwiches (it usually is), or pasta, a frozen pizza, etc, you take turns, after all you're married now, everything is 50/50

you probably both get sick at the end of the trip from something you ate and at first you were really worried, but he got better after a day and you two days after that

i also one hundred percent believe schlatt wanted to get home as soon as possible and picked an earlier in the morning flight / him plucking you from the bed three hours before your flight so you could shower and get ready, finish repacking, etc

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

Chapter 5: The Talk

"Oh, you're a dominant dominant. Were you trained?"

"Now, what do YOU know about THAT?"

"Not much," you admit, sliding down on your back into the couch, your phone beside you. "So, do you have a submissive now?"

"You tell me. Do I have you?"

You can imagine Miguel telling you what to do, being stern.

"That depends on what we discuss... in person when I see you."

"Hm. I like that. There's an exhibit at the Guggenheim that's leaving soon. How about I'll pick you up Saturday at noon and we'll make a day of it while we talk."

You grin, biting your lip.

"First Mastro's, then you cook with me, now you want to take me to the Guggenheim. Who sent you?"

"El Diablo."

"Anyway. We can finish this conversation on Saturday. It's getting late, and you, Miguel, need to sleep." You can hear his subtle gust of air, like a cough. "Goodnight!"

"I'll see you Saturday," he warns as you smirk, hanging up.

Wednesday to Saturday, the texts fly back and forth. He loves his work but hates who you refer to as his overseers. You'd like to see him with his own healthtech startup in a lab developing medication that can be mass produced and pitched to Big Pharma. That way, he'd be in a position to do things in a more ethical way. He wants that, too. He doesn't feel good about himself when he's injecting experimental poisons and diseases and studying the victims' symptoms as they die painfully.

On your end, you like your job. You're just at the point where you want to share your life with someone special. You don't want the games or the uncertainties. You need to be locked in and committed to something. He claims to want the same.

He picks you up at your home, and again, he's five minutes early.

"Great minds think alike," he comments upon seeing you. The two of you have slightly coordinated unintentionally. You re-adjust the collar of his blush Henley. You went with a bubblegum pink petal-sleeved blouse that he touches as well.

"Ok," you brush him away, "Let's go, you got me excited. I'm ready for the Guggenheim."

You lock your front door and follow him to his black Audi, where he closes you into the passenger seat. This is the first time you've ridden with him. He's a relaxed driver, and for you, it helps that his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow for you to enjoy his forearms. He likes to drum on the wheel with his fingertips and sometimes bites his already short nails. He has a pair of glasses he keeps in the car, you assume to read with.

You've been to the Guggenheim once as a teenager with your class. Coming as an adult on a date is different. It doesn't seem as expansive, but it's just as grand. The two of you do what's recommended and take the elevator to the top floor to work your way down the spiral interior. There's a lot of minimalism and empty white space with sprawling white marbled tile like you remember.

"A lot of the art, if I'm honest, is boring because I don't relate or feel it. I know it's modern art. It's cubism. It's this. It's that. What does it mean to me? Where's the culture?"

"Culture? You don't go to the Guggenheim for culture," he smirks.

"Then why do you go?"

"Well. It's scenic. A little pretentious. It's not too crowded. We can walk and talk like we're doing. Tell me something about you. Do you have siblings?"

"An older sister and a younger brother.

Your family is close, and you tell Miguel about them, going back to your childhood. You've got a lot of core stories that paint better pictures than the ones that surround you, good and bad. An hour into exploring, food begins to call. There's an eatery inside the museum that's like a smaller upscale cafeteria. There's only a few people.

The both of you order something light with no alcohol. Personally, you'd prefer to go into the conversation you've been waiting for with a sober mind. Until the food comes, you keep it to small talk, favorite colors, and causal interests. He likes red. He's good at bowling. The food comes to your table, and subtly, you bring the conversation back to the other night.

"So," you look across the table at Miguel, alerting him to a subject change with your eyes. His eyes adjust from questioning to smiling. "What type of rules do you have for your submissive?"

"Why did I know this subject would breach so soon? It depends."

"On?"

"Well, first, let's talk about how you see this developing between us. What do you expect from me as a dominant?"

He watches you closely as he eats.

"I'm expecting reliability, consistency, companionship, and monogamy for however long it lasts. What do you expect from me if I'm your submissive?"

It's your turn to inspect him with your fork stabbing your plate.

"I expect you to always be always with me and respect my boundaries. I expect you to follow my directions and do your best to please me. I expect you to be open-minded and willing to try new things. I want to maintain your trust so that you feel secure. These things take work from both ends, but I'll add patience, understanding, and mutual respect."

"That's simple enough," you nod.

"Okay, then Step 2. Kinks. Your turn."

"Hm," you smile, tickled as you think over all you're into. He takes out his phone to make a note. "I'll be specific. I'm interested in submission, bondage, spanking, oral sex both ways, wax play, forced orgasms, orgasm denial. Please don't do that a lot, though!"

"Which ones have you already tried?"

"All of the above, but not in the context of a bdsm relationship. It was with different partners. We experimented."

"Are you open to trying more?"

"I am," you say honestly. It's getting you wet thinking about it and listening to him.

"I'll name a few things I've done and I want you to say yes, maybe, or hell no."

"Ok," you wait, watching him. What has your little Miguel been up, you wonder.

"How do you feel about nipple clamps?"

"Yes."

"Nipple weights?"

"N- Maybe."

"Nipple suction devices."

"Yes?"

"Teeth/fingers/nails against nipples or other sensitive areas"

"In moderation, yes."

"Ok. What about clamps or clips on your clit?"

"Yes?"

His brows wiggle in surprise. "Pressure or suction?"

"Yes."

"Flogging or whipping."

"On my clit? Neither."

"What about in general?"

"Nothing too painful, and I'm not into blood. If it doesn't make me bleed or have permanent marks, it's fine."

"Ok. Enemas?"

"Miguel! You've given enemas?" You whisper in disbelief, leaning in.

"Are you kink shaming?"

You sip your ginger ale. "I'm learning new things about you."

"So no to the enemas. Would you roleplay?"

"Hell yes. Add mild public play," you smirk, already developing ideas of what you want to try within the next hour or so. A small hint of a smile lifts the corner of his mouth.

"Last ones. Elecrostimulation."

"No."

"Cum play?"

"Yes."

"Mm. Fisting."

"Nope."

"I think that's a pretty good scope. Now, hard limits."

"No blood. No lasting damage."

He laughs. "Ok. What about any allergies I should know about?"

"None too specific. I have weather and outdoor related allergies. Dust, pollen, the usual."

"Give me a second. I'm sending you a text. Read it and tell me if you agree."

Within the next minute, he texts a drafted contract naming all you've mentioned in categories: consensual acts, soft limits, and hard limits.

The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the submissive to explore their sensuality and their limits safely, with due respect and regard for their needs, their limits, and their wellbeing.

He's added more into the limits.

No permanent scarification, mutilation, and other such damage. Insertion of potentially tissue-damaging things into orifices. Drowning or suffocation. AB/DL. Drug Use. Body function paraphilias. Anal play (on Miguel).

"I don't even really want to ask what some of these refer to. If you say they're hard limits, I'll believe you."

"You'd be surprised what I've been asked to do. That's why having it written to refer back to is a helpful thing. Our boundaries are spelled out from the start."

You text back your agreement with your name attached. Enough of what the two of you won't do. You're ready to get more into what you will.

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Día de Muertos

Day of the Dead

Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, learn about other cultures, Day of the Dead, meet the family

Word count: 1.5 K

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Mexican Fem!Reader

prompt: Wanda knows the day of the dead, and Y/N's family

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Marvel masterlist]

“What is that for?” 

I put the lit candle on the floor and turned to see Wanda's curious eyes.

"Supposedly these candles and this thing" with my right hand I took a fist of the orange petals "help the souls of the departed to return to their families tomorrow." 

Just when I was going to ask her to help me up, she sat next to me, facing my profile and hugging my torso with her arms. 

"But why do they come back?" 

"Well, to live with those of us who are still here, to eat their favorite food once again, to meet those they couldn't see when they were alive" 

"Why does it only happen on November 2?" 

“Well, cutie, I don't know ; I do not know why they have chosen November 2 to be the day of the dead.” 

“ But isn't it scary? Normally when we talk about death in the United States or Skovia it is synonymous with something bad or even something scary” 

“Tomorrow you meet my family, they will be able to explain you better than me” 

I carefully got up and gave her my hand so she could get up too . 

"I'm excited about it" 

"No girl who has been my girlfriend, had been so excited to meet my family" 

I put my arm around her shoulders as we walked away from that altar 

"Did we have to get to this point to realize that I'm not like the other girls?" kiss my cheek while laughing at her own joke 

"Oh, believe me , of course I had already noticed" it was my turn to kiss her cheek "from the moment you and your magic knocked me out and broke my nose, I knew I was dating someone very different" 

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“Buenas tardes, ya llegamos” 

("Good afternoon, we're here")

I opened the door allowing Wanda's body to pass through and her eyes to see the large table surrounded by people.

My family lived in a classic Mexican house (what they know as a hacienda), so the first thing their eyes saw was a large garden , with more than 10 children running and screaming, while the adults sitting at the back table screamed to try to reassure their little beasts.

Hearing my scream, the first to turn around were the huge number of children, who ran up to me , screaming like crazy

"Y/N! Y/N!"

I greeted as I took Laura, my youngest niece, in my arms and with my hand I caressed each and every one of the little heads around me.

“Oigan, niños, ¿Pueden decirle 'hello' a mi amiga, Wanda?”

("Hey kids, can you say 'hello' to my friend, Wanda?")

“Hello, Wanda” they repeated like a herd of sheep, making me laugh.

Wanda simply answered the greeting with her hand, and ducking her head, hiding her blush.

The children soon left us behind as they scampered around the big garden again , all except Laura, who clung to my arms, so with one arm I held the little girl's body, while with the other I took Wanda and led her to the big table

"Mija"

("Daughter")

My mother came to greet me giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek

"Hola mamá"

("Hi Mom")

“Supongo que ella es la famosa Wanda” 

(“I guess she is the famous Wanda”)

“Sí, mamá, familia, ella es Wanda, mi novia; Wanda, ella es mi madre, Fernanda y mi demás familia” 

(“Yes, mom, family, this is Wanda, my girlfriend; Wanda, she is my mother, Fernanda and my other family”)

"Nice to meet you ma'am, Y/N made me..." 

My mother cut the little monologue that the redhead was beginning with a big hug, causing Wanda to tense thanks to the surprise making me laugh 

"Oh darling, don't call me ma'am, you're already part of the family, you can call me Fernanda" 

"Oh, of course Fernanda" 

“Tía ¿verdad que la amiga de T/N es muy bonita?” asked little Laura

("Aunty, isn't Y/N's friend really pretty?")

“Oh claro, princesa” she took her from my arms and placed her on the ground with a kiss on her head “well, it seems that Y/N already has competition; you stole Laura's heart, Wanda"

(“Oh sure, princess”)

The three of us started laughing.

I followed introducing her to family members at the table, until I realized that the great matriarch of my family was missing

"Mamá, ¿dónde está la abuela?"

("Mom, where is Grandma?")

"Y/N?"

My grandmother came to where we were hugging me tightly and greeting everyone, completely ignoring Wanda's presence, just what I feared.

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"Doesn't your grandmother like me?"

Now, Wanda and I were on some swings in a park near my house, waiting for the large amount of food we had eaten to start to go down .

“It's…complicated for her. That's why I had my doubts about bringing you to Mexico."

“Is it because I am a woman?”

“No, baby” I leaned in to give her a little kiss on her nose “it's just…complicated. Sorry to put you through this, my axolotl.”

"No, love, it's not your fault"

At that moment, the older children arrived on their bicycles

"¡Oye Y/N! Mi mamá dice que regresemos, no falta mucho para que enciendan el altar"

("Hey Y/N! My mom says to go back, it's not long before they light the altar")

"Está bien, ahora vámonos"I stood up holding out my hand for Wanda to do the same " are you ready to see the magic of my culture, my princess?" I kissed her hand while she laughed

("Okay, now let's go")

"Yep"

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Out of the corner of your eye you can see how Wanda and my cousins were braiding their hair, playing and I could even see how Laura began to apply her little toy lipstick

"Es muy guapa" commented my aunt, who was sitting next to me, having a beer, "y se adapta muy rápido"

("She's very pretty") ("and she adapts very quickly")

“No tendría que adaptarse” commented my grandmother "“ay, hija, ya no digas del hecho de que es una mujer, habiendo tantas mujeres mexicanas tan hermosas, tú decides... ¿salir con una gringa?”

("She shouldn't have to adapt") ("oh, daughter, don't mention the fact that she is a woman, there are so many beautiful Mexican women, you decide… go out with a gringa?")

“Abuela, primero, Wanda no es gringa es de Skovia, segundo, ¿Qué importa si es mexicana o no?, la amo, con cada fibra de mi corazón. Sin mencionar que... no sabes que cara puso cuando le comencé a hablar de nuestra cultura; ella quiere conocerla, y no le voy a negar el derecho de poder conocer una parte de mi cuando ella me ha permitido conocer cada parte de ella” 

(“Grandma, first, Wanda is not a gringa, she is from Skovia, second, what does it matter if she is Mexican or not? I love her with every fiber of my heart. Not to mention that… you don't know what face he made when I started talking to her about our culture; She wants to meet her, and I am not going to deny her the right to know a part of me when she has allowed me to know every part of her”)

My grandmother got up furious and went to the room where she had the altar

"¿Cuál es tu maldito problema?"

("What's your damn problem?")

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Narrates Wanda

"Good evening, can I come in?"

Y/N's grandma turned around so she could see me, and simply gave a small nod of her head, allowing me in.

I carefully walked in and crouched down beside her to watch as she arranged the food on, what Y/N called, the altar.

"What is on offer?"

“Y/N told me that today, you could answer my questions regarding the day of the dead”

"Ask"

"Why is the day of the dead November 2? Why aren't they afraid to talk about death? Is the famous bread of the dead made from human remains?… "

The lady's laugh interrupted my questions, causing me to want to hit myself , I'm so stupid

"Well, you have questions, huh?"

“Yes, I want to learn as much as I can about Y/N and her past. I always thought that loving someone meant loving every little bit of that person, and truly, I love Y/N with every fiber of my heart. Each and every word falls short of how much I love Y/N, and I want her to know it."

The lady was silent, arranging things, so I thought she would not answer me, but when I was going to get up to leave, the lady spoke

“The day of the dead is November 2 because in the eighteenth century, during the viceroyalty, the tradition was to go to church on November 1, All Saints' Day, to pray for intercession for the sins of the dead. and that they receive those indulgences on November 2, All Souls' Day. We Mexicans are not afraid to talk about death because we respect it, we wait for it as a friend, because we know that nothing can prevent death, why fear it if we are all going to end up dying? And finally , no , the bread of the dead is not made from the dead”

The lady laughed at that last

"Well, thanks for clarifying my doubts"

"Wait, do you want a piece of pan de muerto?" she cut a piece of the bread that was on the altar and handed it to me

"But, Y/N told me that we can't eat the food from the altar…it's for the dead, not the living."

"Well, I don't think the dead will get angry if I give a piece to the new member of the family" he handed it back to me, while giving me a smile

"Thank Mrs"

"Rosa, tell me Rosa"

"Well, thanks, Rosa."

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Narrate Y/N

Just when I was going to ask where Wanda was, I saw her arrive eating a piece of bread and her mouth covered in sugar .

"Where were you, sweet axolotl?"

“With your grandmother, talking” apparently she saw the concern on my face, so she just laughed and gave me a kiss, full of sugar “ don't worry, she already likes me, she gave me this. It is very rich”

"Hey" I snatched the bread giving her a bite "you should n't eat sugar , sweets can't eat other sweets"

Wanda just laughed, kissing me again

“Thank you very much for bringing me to know a little more about you, baby”

"Thank you very much for wanting to know a little more about me, baby axolotl."

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[juggling-responsibilities]

Act 1, Part 1 - Tempting Fête

My wife drew my character and I love it so much it's headlining my first proper post.

I will preface this by saying that I've actually not played much Pathfinder proper - in that I would be familiar with the home setting, at least. I learned tabletop gaming on 3.5e, which is what Pathfinder was built from, so I've got the mechanics down fairly well, but as far as the setting - Golarion, Sarkoris, the Worldwound, etc. - all of what I know about it is from this game, as well as Kingmaker, which I have also never finished. (Currently on a playthrough of that and just finished Act 3, though.)

That's fine, though - when an adventure path like this is converted to a video game, it should be self-contained. Everything I need to know about Golarion, etc. should be explained within the course of the game itself.

I said in the last post that this is not a completely unspoiled playthrough for me, since I've gotten through at least Act 2 in other save files, and I feel confident in saying that everything I need to know is in fact self-contained. What needs to be explained is, what stands evident without needing explanation does, and most everything else is covered by pop-cultural osmosis and educated guesses can be made. So we'll be starting this with that in mind.

That said, let's get started at what we are led to believe is the very beginning - I have been dealt a mortal blow and am dying.

You know. The logical beginning.

*record scratch* Well, you're probably wondering how I got here.

The game opens with a festival, as these games so often do. Drinks are poured, event booths have been constructed, there's a band up on stage and everything. Into the midst of all of this, a woman is brought in on a stretcher, the guard leading the way calling for help.

The woman, as it turns out, is me. We're going full in medias res with this. Definitely a good way to hook me in, that's for sure. Why am I mortally wounded? Why did they bring me directly to the middle of the festivities?

This city, I will find out later, is Kenabres. It is a city built upon the precipice of the Worldwound, a physical tear in the ground that metaphysically opens up into the Abyss. A hellmouth, if you will. Just to jump a bit ahead, because I do so love worldbuilding, the reason this city exists is because it is one of the main staging areas for soldiers and mercenaries in the defense against the demons pouring out of said Worldwound. It also holds one of the Wardstones, a divine relic used to hold back the demonic corruption.

Because soldiers need support, the city exists surrounding the fortress, providing food and resources. Because such things cannot exist in a vacuum, the city exists to support the lines of support - families, shopkeepers, everything that needs to be in place to maintain the fortress.

Today is the Day of the City, a celebration in which the city can rest and relax without being 100% on guard against the demonic forces. It would really suck if something happened when this celebration was going on, huh?

Something like, I don't know, someone being carted in on a stretcher with a strange mortal wound.

Several people pile around to see what the fuss is about - people with voiced lines, names, and even portraits to show that they'll be coming up later.

Such as this asshole. He's not wrong, though.

A soldier comes up and starts interrogating me, asking who I am and what I'm doing here. Prelate Hulrun, with a portrait to let me know he's important. The guard who brought me in says that I was found just outside the city walls, the victim of a demon attack. Whatever weapons may or may not have been found on my person are confiscated, as this is - as we've said - the middle of the festival grounds and we are surrounded by civilians, so that seems more than reasonable to me.

They did, however, leave me with my leopard, who is hovering just beside my stretcher. Good old Maple, who I took with me from the circus.

As I said in character creation, I'm going with a particular character background - I am an entertainer with a traveling troupe of performers. More specifically, I am an axe thrower - I do trick shots and wow the crowd with my precision and daring. Of course, I am at the city because of the festival, and were it not for that suspiciously close and convenient demon attack, I might be performing already.

The Prelate casts a Restoration spell on me, which heals me enough that I can answer his questions, but not nearly enough to heal whatever this wound is, so he calls for Terendelev, the protector of the city, to assist.

Terendelev is, of course, a dragon. A silver dragon, at that, polymorphed into human guise - she is wearing silver armor and bears a silver shield.

I've always liked silver dragons in D&D. Pathfinder diverges a bit from their original source material, but silver dragons are fairly similar there, as well. They are Lawful Good, can breathe cold, and prefer to live near or amongst mortal populations. The 3.5e Draconomicon described how they love to travel to various cities and villages just to sample food, and that is absolutely delightful, so while I haven't seen anything similar for Pathfinder's silver dragons, I'm going to just pretend that's the same. Do not tell me if it's not.

Terendelev casts Greater Restoration on me, which gets me on my feet, but apparently is still not enough to properly take care of this weird wound.

🪓: "What happened to me?" 🐉: "I do not know yet - and that troubles me. I am not entirely sure what the demons did to you. This wound is no ordinary injury, and it was inflicted by no ordinary weapon. I have rid you of your pain and restored your strength, but only time will allow you to heal fully."

So a fucking dragon doesn't know what's wrong with me.

Yeah, I'm feeling absolutely great about this. But hey, I'm on my feet, I've got Maple with me, and it's the Day of the City, so let's go get our party on.

My quest log has been updated with my very first quest:

Sample the special festival drink

Throw the dart at the target

Hit the mannequin

Throw the dart at the target

Interesting fact here, if you don't do these three things right away (in fact, don't do two of them because no matter what order you do them in, you are interrupted after the second) you can explore the town square and chat with some of the named people. Some of them just have a quick aside when you select them, but there are a few neat interactions.

First, there's a person in a robe and a mask who says either "I am the answer, but what is the question?" or "The absence of an answer, is an answer too." and then walks away. Those people pop up a lot and we'll get to them later, but I didn't realize until this playthrough that they're this early too.

Secondly, if you find and click on Daeran, he'll throw a snit about how this part isn't cool enough and he will also leave. We'll find out what happened to him later.

Thirdly, there's a guy who's moping, saying that he has a bad feeling about this. This guy's name is Aravashnial, and I am led to believe he's a pretty big presence in the beginning of the original adventure path this game was adapted from. He has a... somewhat smaller presence here. More on that later.

Really, though, this prologue bit is kind of a Who's Who of faces you'll see later. Some party members we'll pick up eventually, some side characters related to mythic paths or companion questlines, lots of little fun details that reward multiple playthroughs.

Alas, this was not meant to last. Right after we do the second activity on our fairground quest list, there's a massive earthquake.

The city is under attack.

Terendelev is here! ...Terendelev is dead. Brutally decapitated by the Lord of Locusts.

Friends, this is going to be the tone of the game from here on out.

In the chaos, I find myself hiding behind a destroyed table. The guard who brought me into the city to begin with - a halfling with no portrait but a distinctive voice - offers to give me a protection spell scroll to let me escape.

I could take that option, or I could ask him for his weapon to help me fight my way out.

"Here, take this. Best crossbow I've got! The person who made it said it could pierce the hide of a demon lord, even!"

Of course I take that option, which puts me into another cutscene - Deskari towering over the fairgrounds, gloating at his kill, when a strangely red and smoking crossbow bolt strikes him in the shoulder.

That's some fucking crossbow, that a random guard seems to just be carrying.

Of course, it doesn't do much more than make him angry enough to split the ground under my feet, and I fall to my doom.

Thus ends the prologue.

[fearofahumanplanet]

I've honestly just been contemplating what Vermont is like all day so far, like, idk maybe my perception is fucky because I'm a skier but I fully did not expect Vermont to be hick?? Like????? That's where the bougie ski resorts are ski manufacturers are, what do you mean they're surrounded by hicks?

(This very chill ask game is kinda fun ngl @andromedatalksaboutstuff)

Okay for some context to everyone who isn't Andi: I was born in Vermont and I was telling him about how perplexing its mere existence is. Now, my perspective is that of a poor person, so I have no idea what's going on in the ski industry, but when it comes to the rest of it....

Like, just to illustrate how fucking weird this state is (obviously this is all anecdotal):

The culture and aesthetic, I think, can be best described as some bizarre mixture of standard New English, Canadian, and Southern (???)

The houses and such are all very New English. Everyone in Vermont seems to love hockey an absurd amount (don't go to a sports bar during the Stanley, you will die a horrible death from your ears bleeding out) and we're basically renowned for our maple syrup, so we've got all the Canadian stereotypes. Also Vermont's politics are mostly incredibly left, especially by American standards - they have pretty much always been a very blue state, the queer acceptance is off the charts (there's still some shitheads in rural areas, but would you expect anything else?) like it tends to be one of the very first states to pass any queer bills whatsoever

I say "mostly" because everyone in Vermont has a goddamn gun. Literally everyone. There's actually not much crime there that I've ever seen, mostly bc if you tried to rob a store fifteen patrons would draw guns on you and shoot you dead. Now I'm pro-gun control, for the record, to a LARGE degree, however seeing the way this shit works in a mostly leftist state is incredibly odd. I'm pretty sure I knew how to fire a rifle before I knew how to talk

The Southern culture exists in that everyone in Vermont ever seems to spend all their time fishing, drinking, four-wheeling, hunting, or otherwise giving Cabela's good reason to put up twenty-five stores in every square mile of this state. (Don't bring up Bass Pro in Vermont, you will spark a lynch mob). Which is really bizarre in combination with its politics? Also, everyone listens to country and classic/Southern rock for some reason, like, compulsively, everywhere.

The FOOD is great. It's all a bunch of East Coast standards, a lot of seafood (a LOT of seafood) and (again, oddly) a lot of Southern staples (chili in particular I tend to find a lot)

We also have a lot of odd vernacular and slang that I've never seen literally anywhere else. Like they say "hamburg" to separate hamburger meat from hamburger (as in the full meal), or they say "idear" instead of idea (?????)

Every winter is just a war waged upon the inhabitants by Mother Nature. It is quite common to have to dig out of your own goddamn home when it snows over, and Vermonters ELEVATE THEIR HOUSES TOO. Also, the hail is no joke, that shit will take your head off (literally)

There aren't that many big cities outside of Burlington and even that is only big in comparison to Vermont and not the whole of America, most people just live in scattered rural towns and/or ass-deep 2 miles into the woods away from civilization (I used to do that and I miss it)

Literally everyone is white and yet I have seen very little racism in Vermont for some reason (it exists, don't get me wrong, it exists everywhere, but comparatively?? very little). Also a lot of religious nutjobs but the only problems I've had being trans and gay in Vermont came exclusively from my family, who I do not think are indicative of the entire state (my family is batshit insane, for the record)

Also I don't think this is indicative of the entire state either but my aunt literally has a full decked-out bar in her basement, it's not public or anything it's just her personal bar that looks like it got plucked out of a noir novel. People in Vermont are just incredibly weird

Oh yeah and sometimes I'd have bears wander into my front yard. You know, as you do. :P

#besties tag #asks

[nathansjapanblog]

Reflections on a Year of Reading Japanese Literature

Books read : “Geisha, A Life” by Mineko Iwasaki, “I Am A Cat” by Natsume Sōseki, “Norwegian Wood” by Haruki Murakami, “The Tale of Genji” by Lady Murasaki, "Yakuza Moon: Memoirs of a Gangster's Daughter" by Shoko Tendo, “The Reason I Jump” by Naoki Higashida, “The Last Samurai the Life and Battles of Saigo Takamori” by Mark Ravina

I learned about the mountain systems in Japan from “Norwegian Wood”. In chapter 6, Toru is hiking to visit Naoko in a sanatorium called Ami Hostel. When I think of mountains, I think of an uninhabitable area, surrounded by patches of uneven land, and unlivable conditions. But, knowing that there’s a sanatorium so deep within the mountain range, I was proven wrong. When I think of buildings outside of urban areas, I think of run-down houses eroded away over time, but knowing that there are people able to live in a building so far in the mountains, and it’s easily accessible by outside people proven by Toru, I see mountains as a habitable place, with necessary resources such as food and water, instead of a cruel and harsh place.

I learned about the Meiji Restoration in “The Last Samurai the Life and Battles of Saigo Takamori”. The book itself is a biography about Saigo Takamori and I learned that the Meiji Restoration was what marked the end of the samurai class in Japan. At first, I thought that samurai were just figures of fiction, but after reading it I learned that they were an actual class, which was later made obsolete by the Meiji Restoration. This caused Saigo to lead the rebellion against Japan’s modernization and resulted in his death on the battlefield, which marked the end of feudalism, and the beginning of modern-day Japan. A quote that I liked that shows this is, “Old Japan and new Japan had met in battle. Old Japan had lost.”, on the second page of the book.

I was really surprised with what I learned from “Geisha, A Life”. More specifically, how exploitative and predatory Japan’s geisha industry and culture is. Young teenagers are taken in by Geisha houses and are trained to become one. Compared to here in the United States where you’d still be required to attend school, Geishas dedicate themselves to their careers, sacrificing their academic career to learn the way of the Geisha. Mineko is a prime example of this. Auntie Oima had asked Mineko’s father to give up his daughter to her, to become her successor. Instead of being at the age of a teenager when most people make this choice, this was when Mineko was even younger, around the ages of 3-6. I still can’t understand how they can expect someone of that age to make such a difficult decision to leave their family, to pursue training for a job. Although Mineko didn’t train in her early years, it’s still a very difficult decision that adults would struggle to make, and she was still that young. Even more tragic is how many daughters her father lost multiple of his daughters to this industry. Mineko was not the first.

I’ve learned multiple lessons throughout this year of reading Japanese literature. From “Geisha, A Life”, I’ve learned that hard work triumphs over all. The author, Mineko Iwasaki was the most famous, and highest-grossing Geisha, however, that didn’t come without difficulties. Even though she did have a strong start in her career by becoming the Maiko of Auntie Oima, she still had to work hard for the status that she holds today. From “I Am A Cat”, I learned that things that may appear strange to us might be completely normal to someone else. In the book, we look at society from a cat’s perspective, and the cat is perplexed by the things that appear as normal day-to-day life to us, but when looked at by a cat, we're strange to them. In “Norwegian Wood” I learned that suicide not only kills you, it kills everyone around you too. Toru was deeply affected by his friend Kizuki’s suicide, and it affected him for years to come throughout his life. By taking your own life, it also takes the lives of the people around you who care about you. I didn’t read much of “The Tale of Genji”, but what I learned from the beginning is that reputation is built off habits, not actions. Genji had a high status to be upheld, even being called “Genji, the Shining One ''. With such a status, he must carry himself with dignity and grace at all times. It’s not a singular action that he does that makes him be viewed in a positive light by many, it’s the repeated actions and habits that he builds to show that he’s a good person, which can apply to anyone. In “Yakuza Moon: Memoirs of a Gangster's Daughter" I learned that redemption will never be off the table. Throughout the book, we can see the author Shoko reflecting multiple times on her life, and she still goes deeper and deeper into darkness and continues doing bad stuff. By the end of the book, however, we can see that she got married, and is living happily. She had redeemed herself. In “The Reason I Jump” I learned that understanding each other always gets us closer to one another. The author of the book, Naoki, is a person with autism. There’s not a real central plot to the book, but it’s just him answering questions about how he perceives the world. Similar to the thematic statement previously mentioned in “I Am A Cat” understanding one another can lead us to being closer to one another. Things might appear weird to us, but we don’t know how normal it can be for them. Finally, in “The Last Samurai the Life and Battles of Saigo Takamori '' I learned that the old will sometimes be missed. In the short section of the book that I have read, the Meiji Restoration overall made Japan a stronger and a prominent world power, but it brought the end of Feudalism. With the end of Feudalism, multiple people were affected negatively, such as the samurai, who had lost their status. Even though overall, the new was better, many people will still miss the old Japan.

I learned that fiction books don’t appeal to me as much as nonfiction books. Throughout the year I have tried to read multiple fictional books, but ironically the only ones I was able to finish were nonfiction. Every single book that I had dropped throughout the year had been fiction except for one that didn’t have an overall story. I don’t know why I don’t like fictional books, even though I enjoy a good story whether it be on TV or reading a comic, but something about just pure words being a fictional story doesn’t allow me to fully immerse myself in it, even though that’s the author's main purpose of writing a story.

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[david5321fan]

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[murph-the-lurph]

Just FYI, I do not have a degree in any of this, I am not a professional, these are all just my opinions, I am up for friendly discussion, but will not tolerate anything I don't want to (ie not courteous) :)

America is so deeply religious and divided because of historical whiteness and white supremacy

As someone who is white, I feel this deep chasm from a lack of belonging/community (it's called white longing, plenty of other people who are smarter than me have talked about it before)

Before the later periods of immigration (late 19th-early 20th, mid-20th onward), most immigrants were Chinese, Irish, English, and German. We're going to remove anybody arriving on the west coast (ie Chinese immigrants) from the equation for the moment, just focusing on the Irish and Germans. The English are also removed as they are W(white) A(nglo) S(axon) P(rotestant) and not subjected to much, if any discrimination

The Irish were less "white" (for context, the idea of whiteness often fluctuates based on who is immigrating and from where, it's very transitory) than Germans, as WASPy Americans considered them less "anglo." They looked different, likely smelled different (due to diet), and were Catholic. To survive, they assimilated, all of them. Germans and Irish alike.

For "white" people (which exists as a social construct obviously, but the idea of whiteness is transient, Protestant Anglo-Saxons believed they were the only white people before this, it's in quotes to acknowledge that "whiteness" as a definite hard thing is not possible in a historical context over a broad period of time) to maintain a majority, minorities that weren't as different were pushed to assimilate and leave behind their culture (languages/traditions/clothes/food). Hence why some white Americans are shocked to hear that the Irish weren't considered white (in the late 19th and early 20th century), and also why older Italian Americans have strong feelings about Colombus Day being abolished in favor of Indigenous Peoples' Day. But, as immigrants became more and more diverse, more and more minorities were stripped of their ethnic identities (in a meaningful sense, my hometown is very "German" but that's mostly just code for crotchety, racist white people, we don't meaningful practice or engage with our culture) to maintain that majority. This is where white supremacy comes in.

I am German and English (and a little bit of everything else tbh, kind of super mutt of European heritage). I remember hearing about my great-great aunt, and how she didn't speak German at all. It stopped with her parents. Everyone of European ancestry (whose family showed up on the Western side of the pond a while ago) has a story like that.

This is (likely) the root of cultural appropriation. That deep disconnect from a culture and community (which also coincidentally leads to such deep feelings about sports teams, at least I think :) ) breeds a wanting for it, a soul-deep craving. Obviously, it's not okay to appropriate other cultures, this is just an interesting hypothesis (which again, was come up with by people way smarter than moi)

In my opinion, this also causes Americans (and probably other people who have been stripped of their culture due to white supremacy and colonization, but I am just speaking from my experience) to be so deeply religious. The Catholic church or LDS gives people a sense of belonging; they are part of something bigger than themselves and are surrounded by people like them. Humans are social animals (google the very old cave grave of a baby or the relative longevity of equally prehistoric people with physical disabilities, found to be provided for and supported to ripe "old" age) and it makes sense that they need other people. America is so deeply religious because its people were stripped of their culture by the shoring up of historical whiteness (and the ensuing white supremacy).

If you are a white American feeling that hole, trying to fill it with sports teams and fictional vampire/werewolf rivalries, try instead connecting to your roots. My mother and sister (having learned German and the former having lived there) have found peace in it.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk :)

#night thoughts #eagle #cawcaw #please don't sue me its been a while since I took apush #thoughts #nigh #night #nighttime #history #culture #american history

[snzhnfall]

let me rant for a little bit. 

sb: why don’t you just leave snezhnaya if it’s that bad? why do you miss it? don’t you want to move to a place like liyue or mondstadt? 

snezhnayans: family, connections, society, security, the outside world is being dicks to us so what’s better? knowing your home, your homeland, and your people where you have to survive sure but everything you love is there so you know how to live there and you know how to be safe... or go into the unknown where you don’t know how you’ll survive, how you’ll be met, know that it’ll take eternity to build up and you can’t even be sure you’ll be able to protect your family if you actually move out and do they even want to move if they’ve been there for years and years?

Basically, yeah. 

#as a russian like.. the country is hard. #the society is not as educated as i'd like them to be #the government is hard on the population and pretty corrupt #some want to leave sure but its also hard to just cut it off. #i've noticed that countries like america and other european capitalist countries dont have it the same way #we're just?? we like the culture. the food. the family. the surroundings. #it's not about the ruling and economics even. it's about being born there and just having a connection to it since childhood you know #it's something so little number of people understands when i'm talking about russia #its literally about emotional childhood connection. #so i'm just sitting here sometimes and like . . snezhnayan npcs say they miss their home #and it makes me feel validated because yeah #there is a LOT more to discuss here of course. #they're treated the way they are because of the country / governing strategy and how they represent themselves #and it's also very similar to how i've been treated before in some places that i've traveled to #the go.vern.ment is how people see us and its not true for everyone #many people just.. dont care or just shrug it off about many social differences #not only that but not everyone is privileged and able to leave #the economy is the reason for that as well. #( ❆ ) ― OUT OF CHARACTER. ❞

[nikarmy]

Equilibration ~ Prologue

Masterlist

Pairing: Waterbender! Jungkook x fem!Firebender Reader feat platonic!Bts

Genre: The Last Airbender Au, fluff, angst, kinda slowburn, s2l

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: judgemental stares in public, cursing, slight inner aggressiveness (how do you call that?), self hatred, mentions and descriptions of war,   childhood trauma, flashbacks, reader is insecure af, mentions of killed people and humans screaming out of fear,

The looks from the passengers started to intimidate you.

How should one react to unwanted attention? Stare back, insult them, ask them what's wrong, or put their powers to good use and knock them down? Fuck no. That's not the right thing to do.

But the old lady in the olive robe has been fixating her gaze on you since she entered the train, only stopping her inspection when a young man offered his seat to her 5 minutes ago. Unfortunately, as soon as she made herself comfortable on the metal bench, she restarted her action.

Her face looks remarkably punchable to you right now.

Red was never your favourite colour.

In fact, you despise it, even though it perfectly described you.

Anger, Aggressiveness and Harshness. Perhaps that's why you've been considered as a prodigy and as one of the most gifted trainees back in the fire nation. You are basically the embodiment of the hot flames, symbolizing destruction and war.

You hate it. And now your red attire made you hate the colour even more, as the result was having judging looks on you all the time.

Teachers, parents and elders of the fire nation always tell stories and legends about the benders of their kind, emphasizing their heroic actions, and everyone listens to them attentively.

Although you know these stories by heart, you longed for more, for a view outside of the borders that separate your people from the other elements.

You read folk stories of waterbenders, earthbenders and airbenders, satisfying your curiosity by practically studying their culture.

But the more you learned about the peaceful water tribe, the disciplined people of the earth kingdom and the imaginative

air nomads, the more you felt ashamed about the fire nation, about yourself.

The insecurities grew as your father forced you to join the military as a soon – to – be soldier at the tender age of 8. He wanted to “use your abilities to good use”, so you just went with the flow and trained along with other talented students, destined to end the war in a brutal way and make their parents proud.

Years went by, and not too long ago, marking a week now to be exact, you went on your first “mission” to a city of the earth kingdom, whose name you don't even know, to occupy them and take over their land in a brutal way.

The pictures of killed people and destroyed houses are engraved to your brain, highlighted by the destructive flames surrounding a once peaceful town. You'll never forget the children screaming on top of their lungs and the parents begging for their lives.

The next sleepless nights you sat at your desk and started making plans on how to escape the fire nation, whilst writing a goodbye note to your family and trying to persuade them to not search after you.

And now, days later, you are standing in a train to Ba Sing Se, not even having a clue on what to do next. Your backpack consists of a bottle of water, some sparing clothes (but still not much), your toothbrush and money.

Finally you hear the male voice on the speaker say the awaited words: “Ba Sing Se Central Station”. You leave out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding, glad to be at your destiny and also glad to get out of the stinking train with the rude old lady.

During your targetless walk through the city, you notice a lot of eyes on you, and to be honest, you don't blame them, you hate firebenders too.

So you guess a new start also means a new appearance, right? Luckily you walk past a thrift shop. Its appearance is very pretty, the building is made out of wood and warm tones, the curtains which could be seen behind the big windows were a light shade of green, above the small door you could see golden calligraphy spelling “Kim's Thrift Shop” in all it's pride. It's not modern, but it looks comfortable.

At exactly that moment you choose to enter and change your black and red attire to search for one with a colour that is much less hated, like blue, yellow or green.

Entering the shop you immediately face a young man behind the counter, and you swear you've never seen a more handsome human being before.

He had perfect features, his broad shoulders and his tall figure instantly catching your attention. His raven black hair was voluminous. He could easily pass as a prince.

As much as you drooled over him as a result of his striking lineaments, he looked at you, well, weirdly. That wouldn't surprise you if he looked at you like you were his enemy, just like the other people here, but he stared at you, like you were some kind of god. Like he is genuinely happy that you entered the store. His eyes light up with hope.

“FUCKING FINALLY! NAMJOON LOCK THE DOORS!”

What. The. Hell.

Never in your life have you been so confused. Does he want to kidnap you? Oh fuck he wants to kill you.

The only logical thing to do right now is turning around and leave the shop. And you do just that.

But as soon as you can grab the door knob with your right hand, another one holds it, preventing you from fleeing.

You look who this hand belongs to, and next to you stands a man with blue hair and tan skin. His biceps and height frighten you and you realize that you're in big trouble. He has a tight hold on your forearm and leads you to the backroom of the shop in a quick pace, behind you the black haired cashier.

The backroom looked comfortable, the carpeted floor creating a cozy feeling. But the atmosphere was the complete opposite.

Here you stand, surrounded by five boys. You inspect each other and you realize that two of them are airbenders.

There stands the cashier, then your eyes land on the guy who held your forearm as if his life depended on it, and a third guy who sat on the sofa. His appearance was remarkably charming, full lips, blond hair, round face and soft features, he was quite short compared to the others. All three of them have green clothing on, so you assume that they are earthbenders.

But what really catches your attention are the last two guys. They wear yellow and red robes, both of them having a blue arrow drawn through the middle of their foreheads.

You've never seen an airbender before.

“So umm sorry if we scared you back there” the blue haired guy interrupts your thoughts. “But we are really desperate for someone like you right now”

“Someone like... me?” You curiously ask.

“Yes. The guy there..”

he points to one of the airbenders. The boy has wavy dark hair and as soon the blue guy mentions him he flashes you a cute boxy smile.

“This is Tae. Short for Taehyung. He is someone special. You see, for how long has the last avatar died?”

“70 years ago.” you reply. It's true, Avatar Aang died many years ago, and that at the time the world needed him the most. If he was still here, the war could have been prevented before it even escalated.

“Yeah” he answered “Tae is the next one”.

You gasp lightly and feel your eyes coming out of their sockets from having them wide open in shock.

The avatar is standing right  in front of you.

“And we are searching for different benders who can teach him in all the elements. See, we kind of established a secret alliance against the Fire Lord, to end the war. He already knows that the avatar came back and is searching for Tae like crazy, we had to move out of our hidings four times now because he always managed to find us. Now we have to find teachers quickly, the sooner the better. Tae has to learn to be a great avatar so he can fight against the Lord. We thought we would never find someone from the Fire Nation, but then you came. Are you a firebender?”

“Yes?”

“Perfect, you're exactly who we're looking for. We'll cut you a deal. Since we assume you're not a spy, we ask you to be Taes teacher in mastering the art of firebending. In return, you'll get to live with us and we'll give you food for free. Jin is a great cook. I know this is a lot of information to handle right now, but what do you think?”

You didn't even think twice about it. Even though you don't know these guys, what do you have to loose? It's not like you had plans anyway. And stopping the fire nation seems to be just the right thing for you right now. And finally you can use your skills to good use, not for war.

“I'm in.”

Later you get introduced to all of them. The Avatar, Taehyung, is an airbender, and you swear you've never seen someone who behaves this childish before. But it's not a bad childish, in fact, it makes you feel jubilant. Maybe because his bright ambience makes up for the childhood you never had, the childhood you spent in training and learning that brutality is the way to power, and power is everything.

The guy with the blue hair is Namjoon, an earthbender and Taes teacher in that field. He seems like the leader of the group, always explaining and answering your questions.

The black haired handsome guy is Jin, a nonbender. He felt very excited when you said yes to joining them.

The other airbender is Hobi and also Taes teacher, the first thing you realize about him is his very contagious smile.

The blond dude is Jimin, a nonbender who is from an earth kingdom village.One day he knocked on their door of the shop and wanted to thrift there. But instead of finding clothes, he started talking to Tae who sat behind the counter. The Avatar liked him so much that he insisted on having him join the “Gang”.

The thrift shop actually belongs to Jins aunt, and sometimes, when he's in Ba Sing Se, he has to work here. It's also a good place to hide from the Fire Lord.

“So we need a waterbender too?” you examined.

“Yes” Namjoon was the only one to answer again “We have to travel to one of the tribes to find one. It won't be that hard.”

a/n: Thanks for reading! I would like to apologize if it’s bad, I’m not very content with my writing style, but I am working on it, since it’s my first fic and I have a long way to go:) What do you think?

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook fantasy au #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts au #bts atla au #bts fanfction

[mental-health-advice]

hi! TW for eating disorders :( me and my bf have been together for almost two years. we go to different colleges so we're long distance, and I love him more than anything. In my culture food is p much a love language, and feeding ur family is a big thing. He has ARFID, which essentially stops him from processing most foods as food. its a lot more complicated and serious than just being a picky eater, and I was hoping for advice on how to support and help him/suppress my mexican need to Feed Him

Hey lovely,

Thank you for reaching out to us! I’m sure your boyfriend will really appreciate that you’re looking into how you can support and help him. That’s amazing!

ARFID is an eating disorder that isn’t well known, but it can be really difficult to deal with! I’m sure you already know a lot about it, but on our eating disorders page series, we have a small section about ARFID as well. Knowing what someone is dealing with, trying to understand what they’re dealing with, can be a great support for them. They know that they don’t have to deal with it alone and can talk to you when they need support.

People with ARFID get anxious for various reasons surrounding certain (most) foods. What can really help with anxiety, is exposure. Therefore, when in recovery for ARFID, this involves a lot of food exposure. By doing these exposures, you’re showing your body that you can eat the food and nothing bad happens. By doing this more often, your body will eventually start to understand that it’s safe to eat the food, and it won’t get so anxious anymore. If this is something that your boyfriend is working on or wants to start doing, you could support him with it. Obviously doing the exposure is really scary, so there is definitely support needed there!

There is a girl on tiktok whose videos often come up on my for you page. She has ARFID and makes videos where she films herself doing food exposures and food bridges (where you start with a safe food and then for example switch a brand or an ingredient, until you get to a not safe food anymore, it builds it up) and it’s honestly taught me a lot about ARFID! I think it’s a great way of seeing what it can be like, and therefore also how you can support them.

You mention that food is your love language. Do you know what your boyfriend’s love language is? The reason I’m asking is that if you’re not able to use your love language, maybe it’s possible to use his. He will surely appreciate it and if it’s something you’re comfortable with / learn to love, then it could be a great way of expressing your love for him.

I hope this helped! Let us know if there’s anything else we can be of help with.

Sometimes what seems impossible, is just hard. Love Pauline

#mental health #advice #advice blog #eating disorder #ARFID #avoidant restrictive food intake disorder #boyfriend #relationship #love language #mhapauline

[canyouevenwritebro]

Sunflowers (pt. 1)

Summary: The reader has been with the Avengers since they rescued her from HYDRA. She has joined them on countless missions since then but this may be the hardest one yet. Set in 2016 CA:CW.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. It’s purely fiction.

Characters: steve rogers, tony stark, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, clint barton, peter parker

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: angst, depression, violence, death

a/n: hey!!! i did it! my first fanfic.

When the Avengers raided the HYDRA base you were kept in, they found you inside a cryo-chamber sleeping peacefully. After every personnel was captured, they transferred you to the compound along with artifacts and files of experiments they performed. Eventually, they found your file. It was quite lengthy. Your father was working for HYDRA but he turned on them and planned to take them down. As a result, they silenced him and your mother. They knew that whatever he knew about HYDRA, he told her. They spared you because you were just a kid. Instead, you were out on the Thanatos program. It was your father's project and it was almost done up until his betrayal. They thought you would be perfect for the program. They could groom you to the perfect obedient soldier they needed. On top of that, what could be more cruel than using your father's work to torture you?

They gave you a version of the serum used on the winter soldiers, with their own upgrades of course. They incorporated it with the Extremis serum and that left you with a super soldier that can breathe fire. Phoenix, they called you. The ultimate weapon of death.

After briefing everyone on your situation, they woke you up. You stepped out of the chamber confused. You were met with unfamiliar yet kind faces that it overwhelmed you. You made a run for it and nearly burned down the entire medical wing before they tranquilized you again. You woke up in a small glass cell where they told you that they meant no harm. Somehow, you believed them.

That was a year and a half ago. Now, here you were walking around New York and trying your best to be part of society. After extensive amounts of therapy of course. You were on your way back when you saw an old man in a flower shop organizing his stalls. You were mesmerized by the flowers' beauty and found yourself crossing the street to get there.

"Looking for anything specific, ma'am?" he asked

"No, not really. Maybe something cheery?" God, why are you so socially awkward?

"Well, in that case," he said, "here are some sunflowers." He handed you a bouquet.

"My wife loves them. When she's upset, I get her these because they always look towards the sun and the color brightens up the room," he said with a smile.

"Thank you so much," you said as you handed him a $20 bill "Keep the change"

You were now back at the compound and you were rummaging through the kitchen in search of a vase. You didn't find any (Seriously? a state of the art training compound owned by a billionaire doesn't have a vase?)

"I guess a pitcher would do," you whispered to yourself as you headed to your room.

"What is that?" asked Tony.

"Sunflowers. Got it from the guy near the train station. It's a good metaphor when you think about it. They're always looking on the bright side. I didn't get many opportunities to go sunbathing when I was at HYDRA." you said with an awkward chuckle.

"Alright. Fair enough. I'm headed to MIT for the speech thingy. Wanna come?"

"Nah. I still have to catch up on culture." you giggled. Years of working for HYDRA also didn't give you a lot of me-time.

"Okay well if you change your mind, you know how to get there."

"Copy that."

You headed to your room. Yours. You actually owned something. You turned on your TV and scanned through the channels. Doctor Who reruns? Sure. Hours had passed and you've scanned through hundreds of channels. You decided to turn on some news in the background while you read.

"On breaking news, eleven Wakandans are amongst those confirmed dead after a violent clash between the Avengers and independent mercenaries in Nigeria." Your head bolted up and you reached for the remote to turn the volume up.

"Brock Rumlow, former SHIELD agent, led the team of mercenaries to procure a biological weapon being tested at the Center for Disease Control Nigeria Division. It was believed to be a suicide mission as eyewitness account said Rumlow wore a type of bomb in his vest. Avenger Wanda Maximoff contained the explosion only to have the blast thrown into a building killing a total of 30 people. We have yet to receive an official statement from the Avengers. More details tonight only on Channel 6 News at 8." You listened with intent and your heartbeat was beating fast. Those poor victims. Is the team on their way home? Are they okay? How is Wanda doing? Your mind formed a million questions.

"FRIDAY, call Steve Rogers." a faint ding let you know that your request is being done.

"Y/n." Oh, thank god he's okay.

"Steve! Are you guys alright? I saw what happened. I am so sorry."

"We're alright. Search and rescue was already on the scene when we left."

"How's Wanda? Do you need me to do anything?"

"Physically, she's safe, y/n. Emotionally? This is gonna take a toll on her."

"What about the others? Nat? Sam? You?"

"We're gonna be fine. We're on our way home."

You met the team on the law of the compound. They were visibly stunned and you cut through them to hug Wanda. She was your best friend and you know that this was going to affect her greatly. You were right. She locked herself in her room and the only thing you heard was the sound of the news and sobbing.

In his office, Steve kept replaying what had happened in Lagos. Knowing him, he was gonna blame himself for this. You wanted to leave him be but your concern for Wanda kept you standing by his doorway.

"Steve? You got a moment?"

"Y/n. Do you need anything?" he said as he paused the video on his computer.

"No. I just wanna say I'm sorry about Lagos. Sam and Nat told me what happened."

"It's not your fault, y/n. It's mine. Rumlow mentioned Bucky and all sense of the mission disappeared in my head."

"Don't blame yourself. Bucky was or is, your best friend and he's still missing. You have a right to have emotions."

"Thanks. I... uh...  I needed that. Have you talked to Wanda yet?"

"No. Her room is locked. Maybe you should try talking to her. Both of us saw you as a mentor. She'll listen to you."

You gave him a faint smile and headed for the kitchen. Maybe some food could help them. You moved the vase of sunflowers from your room to the middle of the large dining table.

Tony walked in and asked everyone to meet in the conference room. He got the news as he was coming home from Massachusetts. After a brief interaction with a grieving mother and the news of the mission, he knew what he had to do.

Inside, you were met by General Ross and his assistant. Rhodey was already inside and the rest of the team followed suit. Wanda had stopped crying but you knew she would never get over this.

The general discussed the Sokovia Accords with the team. As much as you'd like to be on Steve's side, you knew the team needs to be put in check. One more incident like this and the world might lose their trust in you. You agreed with Tony. Rhodey and Sam were discussing, or perhaps fighting would be a better word, over the Accords. Tony just sat there looking like a rebellious teen listening to his parents' lectures.

To prove a point, Tony showed the team a picture of Charlie Spencer. He died in Sokovia after Ultron planned to drive the human race into extinction. You felt your heart drop. He just wanted to do some good and he was caught in the crossfire.

At that point, the fighting and bantering was too much and you just zoned everyone out. You wanted to cry and you knew that the team was slowly drifting apart. Steve walked out after receiving a text. You didn't ask why. He has a private life after all.

You decided to take your frustrations out on the punching bags. You finally had a home. A family. But you feel the world caving in around you. With one last punch, the punching bag came flying through the room engulfed in flames. You fell to your knees as tears clouded your vision. Dum-E, who Tony programmed to follow you around with a fire extinguisher as a joke, finally put his programming to use.

"Y/n." a familiar voice called to you

"Nat. Hey." you struggled through the tears.

"Talk to me."

"I- I just want the team to stay together. You guys are the only family I have."

"Me too, y/n. I used to have nothing till I found this family."

"I want to help. What can I do to help?"

"I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. I'm meeting Steve on the way to try and change his mind. Maybe you can help."

"I'll try."

Nat took you to a cathedral. Steve was on the other end by himself. He looks... tired. On the altar was a picture of Agent Carter.

"Oh. That's why he left."

"Hi, Steve. I just wanna say I am so sorry for your loss," you said as you walked towards him.

"Nat. Y/n. What are you doing here?"

"We didn't want you to be alone and I'm also taking y/n with me to Vienna for the signing of the Accords."

"There's plenty of room on the jet," you said

"Who else signed?"

"Tony, Rhodey, Vision."

"Wanda?"

"TBA."

"Clint?"

"He said he's retired."

"There's still time to change your mind, Steve. Come with us to Vienna." you pleaded one last time

"You know why I can't do this y/n. If I sign, we're surrendering our freedom to people with agendas different from ours."

You felt a lump in your throat. "I'll be in the car." You said to Nat as you turned around not looking at Steve once as you walked out of the church.

"She hates me now, doesn't she?"

"No, she doesn't. She's just scared."

Nat was right. As always. You got in the car and tried to meditate. You didn't want to cry. Not when cameras surrounded you. You tried to steady your breathing but your brain seemed to do the exact opposite.

~~~Flashback~~~

"Injecting serum in five seconds." an emotionless voice said. You tried to break free but you were strapped down to the table. Even if you weren't, it was like you were trapped in your own mind. You couldn't move. The next few hours were a blur to you. The only thing you remember was the excruciating pain coursing through your veins.

"Serum successfully administered."

"Good. Take her to the cell for the remainder of the process."

You woke up in a pool of sweat inside a dark room. Alone. Like you have been since you were a kid. You don't remember much of it. Sometimes you see your parents in your dreams. You were 5 years old and they took you to the park. Your mom was helping you get to the other end of the monkey bars while your dad went to get snow cones. You were happy. But that memory was soon followed by the sound of gunshots and screaming. You couldn't understand what was said but you didn't need to be a genius to know it was full of anger. Your mom told you to hide and you did. But they found you anyway. Since then, you were subjected to vigorous training. You now know 30 languages and deadly fighting skills. You became a weapon and today was the final step of your transformation. Eleven years of training and they deemed you ready. After they reprogrammed your brain to be obedient, of course.

The man in the army uniform handed you a folder. "Your first mission, soldatin," he said, "Procure the obelisk. No survivors. No witnesses. You have 48 hours. Report back here as soon as it is finished." You nodded and opened the folder. It was of a tiny village at the base of the Swiss Alps. In the middle of it was the said obelisk encased in glass. You took a handful of soldiers with you and you headed for the village.

You succeeded in your mission. The obelisk was safely placed inside a containment unit in the jet. The village was burned to the ground. Bodies were piled on the streets and the only sign of life was your team and a handful of livestock the villagers kept. With that, you headed back.

"Very good, soldatin. Go with the doctor." and like the good soldier that you were, you walked behind the man in the lab coat.

You passed by a few offices on your way to the medical wing. Amongst other things, the serum enhanced your hearing. The faintest whispers sounded like normal talking.

"You heard about the mission?"

"Yeah. I heard y/l/n didn't even show mercy for those villagers." the voice chuckled.

"Bettenhauser's gonna be pleased." said another.

"I bet. He and y/f/l/n worked together on the program and seeing it do its purpose mus be so satisfying"

"Her father was an asset for us. That was before he betrayed us, though."

"Well, we got her now. She is an even bigger asset than her father ever was."

You kept walking and you ended up in a room with four other people in coats. In the middle of a room was a large glass case with a chair.

"Step inside the chamber, soldatin. You need to rest." and just like that, your feet dragged you inside. One of the coats placed a mask on you amongst other things. You felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier and heavier. Gone.

The glass chamber now safely enclosed your unconscious body. Your body was now as cold as ice.

~~~End of flashback~~~

Since that first mission, you had killed hundreds of people for HYDRA. Innocent people. They haunt your dreams to this day but what's done is done. All you could do is help as many as you can.

You were taken out of your trance by the sound of the car door closing. Nat now sat beside you.

"Eagle Hangar please," she said to the driver

The drive to the hangar was silent. So was the flight to Vienna.

"Here goes nothing," you said to Nat as the elevator doors opened. World leaders were gathered in the room and cameras were flashing everywhere. A lady with a clipboard checked you in and quickly walked away.

"I see you are not fans of the spotlight." said the man in the suit. You later learned his name was T'Challa. Prince of Wakanda.

"It isn't very flattering," Nat said to him.

"Well, considering your last trip to Capitol Hill, you seem to be doing great so far." you chuckled at his response. You read about that months ago. You even saw it on YouTube on "Black Widow most iconic moments compilation.

"You don't seem like a big fan as well." You told him

"The accords, yes. The politics? not very. Two men in the same room can get more done than a hundred."

"Unless you need to move a piano." the voice behind you said

"King T'Chaka. This is Y/n Y/l/n. Allow us to apologize for what happened in Nigeria."

"Thank you, Ms. Romanoff. I'm sad to hear Captain Rogers won't be joining us."

"That makes three of us." You replied to him.

Just then, you heard a voice come on through the speakers asking everyone to take a seat. King T'Chaka was giving a statement when both yours and Nat's attention was drawn to his son who was looking out the window.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" He screamed as he bolted for his father.

Like instinct, you threw yourself in front of Nat. It's something that you started doing after you joined the team. You thought after all the lives you've taken, protecting as many as you can could "wipe the red off your ledger" as Nat put it. You were a very effective human shield as a result of the serums. You weren't immortal nor did you have instantaneous healing due to the reaction between the two serums but you still healed faster compared to average humans. You felt a spray of glass cut through your skin and a searing heat touched your skin. Search and rescue came after the explosion and took you and Nat to get medical attention. You were perfectly fine but Nat had a few cuts and bruises. In typical Nat fashion, she walked it off like it was nothing.

You were taken to a tent to get a fresh set of clothes while Nat talked to Prince T'Challa, now king under horrible circumstances. When you got out, he was gone and she was on the phone.

A few minutes later, your phone rang.

Captain Grandpa calling...

you dropped the call and went to check on NAt

~~~BUCHAREST~~~

News outlets revealed Sargeant Barnes, Bucky, was behind the bombing. You knew Steve was gonna go after him. He'd been looking for Bucky since SHIELD fell. Now, he found him in Romania. Orders were given to shoot him on sight and Steve wouldn't let that happen.

~~~BERLIN~~~

Bucky was now in custody.

"What part of don't make things worse didn't you understand?" you asked Steve

You were in one of the offices watching Bucky getting evaluated by the doctor. You were in the other room talking to Tony about what would happen to your teammates.

"We're lucky they aren't in jail," he said

This was all too much. You went to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. You hadn't slept in 24 hours nor eaten anything. You looked in the mirror and fixed your hair as best you could.

BLACKOUT.

What was happening? You ran out and saw a lot of commotion.

"Get me eyes on Barnes," yelled Everett Ross.

You saw Nat and Tony walking towards the exit.

"What happened? What can I do?" you asked

"Don't know. We need to find Barnes." Tony said

"Please tell me you brought a suit," said Nat

"Sure did. It's a lovely Tom Ford three-piece two-button. I'm on active duty non-combatant."

Just as he said that Agent Carter, the younger, ran past you "follow me," she said. The three of you did and she led you to the facility's lobby.

You had never met Sgt. Barnes but from what Steve told you, he was a good man. The person you saw in the lobby was not him. He reminded you of your time at HYDRA. Cold and merciless. A soldier.

Sharon and Nat ran in and tried to fight him to no avail. You managed to get him down but he pinned you n the floor. He was trying to choke you and as a last effort to break free, you took a deep breath and exhaled a stream of fire. He dodged out of the way and you managed to get up. The next thing you saw was T'Challa going after him. You set fire to the staircase to slow him down but he still got away

You went outside only to see Steve on the rooftop pulling a helicopter from the sky. Sometimes you forget that he's a super-soldier just like you.

"Y/n coordinate evac. Get civilians as far away as you can," said Tony through comms. You wanted to help Steve but you got your orders.

~~~Fast forward to Berlin~~~

You did what Tony said and got civilians to a safe distance. When you went to meet with Nat and Tony, they told you Steve and Bucky were gone. They assumed Sam was with them too.

~~~Steve's POV~~~

"This would've been a lot easier a week ago," said Sam

"If we call Tony or maybe y/n--" he cut you off

"Who knows if the accords will let them help." he had a point. After everything that's happened, the UN would not listen to them even if they found out about Zemo.

"We're on our own."

"Maybe not." you looked at him questioningly. "I know a guy"

~~~End of POV~~~

You were now back in a conference room with General Ross. He gave you 36 hours to bring the three men in. He wouldn't hesitate to kill Steve if it meant bringing Barnes in.

"My left arm is numb. Is that normal?" he asked. Nat put her hand on his shoulder.

"You alright?" she asked

"Always." you knew that was a lie. Numbness in the left arm was a sign of a heart attack. But he's Tony. he could be bleeding to death and still say witty sarcastic remarks. You wish he didn't do that. You wished he'd open up to you more. "36 hours. Geez."

"We're seriously understaffed," said Nat. It was just the three of you there now.

"Would be great if we had a hulk right about now. Any shot?" Nat shook her head

Not even the Hulk. It would be nice if just Bruce and Thor were there. Maybe things wouldn't be as bad. Bruce and Thor would've deescalated matters before you could say Mjolnir.

"You really think he would be on our side?" she asked. You hadn't thought of that but knowing Bruce, he would want the team to be together.

"I have an idea." Said Nat

"ME too. Where's yours?

"Downstairs. Where's yours?" said tony.

~~~QUEENS~~~

"Spiderman? really?" you asked Tony in the car.

"HE stopped a 3000 lbs car going 40 miles an hour wit his bare hands and he swings from webs."

"But he's dressed in a red hoodie and swim goggles." you chuckled. It was probably the lightest moment you had in the last week alone.

You and Tony knocked on the apartment door. It was answered by a middle-aged woman. She was beautiful honestly. She had those kind motherly eyes that reminded you of your mom.

"Hi. I'm Tony Stark. This is y/n y/l/n. Is Mr. Parker here? we have some good news for him." Tony sad

"I'm May., his aunt and no he's not here. He should be home soon though. You're welcome to wait." she invited you in and served you some walnut and date bread. It was horrible but you didn't have the heart to tell her. she was so nice.

"So what is this good news you're here about?" she asked. Tony didn't actually tell you what his plan was. Not in full anyways so you were just as curious as her.

"Oh its a grant from the September foundation that he applied for. I approved." as far as bullshit made-on-the-spot excuses go, that was pretty good.

"Oh, he never told me that.

"He probably wanted to surprise you," you said to her

"Probably. Are you also a receiver of the grant?" she asked

"No. I'm interested in how the foundation is run so I asked to be here" she nodded. You didn't think she'd buy it but she did. Just as he said that the front door opens and a young guy walked in. He couldn't have been much younger than you. He had his earphones n and he was going on about this nice car parked outside. Tony's of course.

He saw the three of you on the sofa and he was clearly starstruck upon seeing Tony. He couldn't even speak without stuttering. He repeated his excuse to Peter and he surprisingly went along with it. Tony asked for five minutes alone with him and you were left in the living room with Aunt May. When they got out of the room, Peter informed his aunt that Tony invited him to the compound to talk more about the internship. You knew it was a lie of course because just a few hours later, Peter was standing next to you on the car to the airport.

~~~BERLIN~~~

Vision informed you that Clint came to get Wanda at the compound. Immediately, you knew this wasn't gonna end well. You don't want to fight her but you don't have a choice

As a last effort, you tried calling Steve but hews just declining your calls. Eventually, none of them would even go through.

~~~Fast forward~~~

"Steve, you know what's about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?" Nat said.

"Just come with us. Please," you pleaded. He looked at the both of you

"Alright, I've run out of patience. Underoos!" yelled tony. just as he did, Peter grabbed Steve's should and landed on top of  the helicopter

"Nice job kid"

"Thanks. I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit but it's perfect, Mr. Stark" he went on this babbling for about 45 seconds. You thought it was funny.

~~~

"I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart," Tony said. You wanted the same thing. You all do.

"You did that when you signed," said Steve

"You're gonna turn Barnes over and you're gonna come with us now because it's us" You could hear the sadness and frustration in Tony's voice. "Come on" he whispered

You heard Sam's voice through Steve's earpiece "We found it. The quintet is in hangar five. North runway." you let out a deep breath. This was it. Steve raised his arm as Redwing cut through his restraints.

"Alright Lang," said Steve

"What the hell was that?" asked Rhodes

"I believe this is yours, Captain America"

"Oh great. There's two on the parking deck. One of them is Maximoff. I'm gonna go grab her. Y/n come with me. Rhodey, wanna take Cap?" said Tony as he grabbed you by the arm and flew towards Wanda... and Clint?

"There's two on the terminal. Wilson and Barnes"

"Barnes is mine," said T'Challa

~~~Fast Forward~~~

"Wanda. I think you hurt Vision's feelings"

"You locked me in my room."

"I did it to protect you."

"Wanda, stop this now. I don't want to fight you but you know I will."

"I can't live in fear anymore, y/n." and with that, she used her powers to drop cars at you.

"I'm done playing nice. You want a fight? I'll give you a fight." you said as you aimed fireblasts at her and Clint.

A fight has now ensued between the two teams. Tony attached a miniaturized jet pack to your back so you could chase after the others. Steve and the others were making a run for the hangar when Vision used his laser to stop them in their tracks. You landed in front of them, skin now glowing red from the fire inside you. The others followed suit.

"You must surrender now." Vision's voice thundered over you despite being in an open space. You were now face to face with your friends.

"What do we do, Cap?" asked Sam

"We fight."

"This isn't gonna end well," whispered Nat

"They're not stopping," said Peter

"Neither are we."

a/n: what do you guys think? I hope you like it. it's my first time writing fanfic. criticism would be greatly appreciated. part two coming soon depending on the response to this...

#steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #tony stark #steve rogers #peter parker #marvel fanfic #avengers x reader #captain america civil war #cacw #black panther #tchalla #sharon carter #ant man #scott lang #vision #avengers fanfic #marvel #iron man #captain america #black widow #winter soldier #falcon #spiderman #scarlet witch

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most of our popular culture is exploitative and generally bad and i'm honestly tired of hearing about most of it. the olympics, american football, and most professional sports are exploitative and bad in their current structure. most popular movies and tv shows are produced by an ever-dwindling handful of mega-corporations which largely control what we see and hear and therefore think and believe. they care about generating a profit and nothing more, and are generally exploitative and bad as they underpay their workers, reduce the overall quality of the world's art, and exert massive amounts of control on the average person's entertainment options. our culture ensures we are obsessed with the wrong things and in complete ignorance and denial of serious ongoing problems and crises.

people need to be in control of the world. not every piece of art needs to be standardized and subsidized and filtered and censored for public view on a mass scale. not everybody has to like everything. we shouldn't be focused on profit and advertising when tv shows and movies are made, we should be creating and enjoying good art that some people can relate to and enjoy. it's so unbelievably sad what capitalism does to art and how much of our popular entertainment is designed to make us more complacent and easier to influence.

there are so many invisible strings of capitalism in our lives that are all interconnected and i wish more people could see them. money and profit influence nearly everything that we do, instead of what people actually want or what is good for them or the planet. the nationalization and even globalization of culture also forces people into belief systems that are incompatible with their lifestyles.

i just wish it was a cultural ideal to enjoy our lives. to put much thought and care into our lives, the people around us, and our community and world. so many people are so selfish, myself included, and it's honestly so tragic when we have such a beautiful world that we're in the process of actively destroying. we are meant to love and care for one another, and it seems like everyone is so hostile and distrustful these days.

not to sound like a hippie, but love is literally the point of it all. peace and love and joy and contentment. we are meant to eat good food and spend time with family and friends and enjoy our surroundings and learn new things and connect with others. our brains and bodies and societies evolved to do these things. we are living so far out of step with how every part of us evolved that it's no wonder we lose so many people to things like cancer, car accidents, suicide, drug overdoses, heart disease, and all other premature deaths caused by lifestyle choices and the things we all put in our bodies because we're told we must (primarily by large companies).

we need to find communities again. we need to at the very least treat one another with respect. i don't know if it will ever be possible in this new hyper-political, hyper-polarized world. even basic human decency often seems scarce. i guess i do see a fair amount of good in the world, but there is also an unnecessary and sometimes upsetting amount of cruelty, hate, and violence. i think people feeling alone, isolated, or misunderstood, especially if they don't have an outlet for their emotions, has been part of the recent uptick in violence. we all need somebody, and preferably a small community of people, evolutionarily, to thrive.

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#5

A million years ago (okay, it was four, almost 5) I backed a kickstarter for a Sleepy Hollow board game.

And my monthly Kickstarter updates have been hilarious. Every month for YEARS they've been giving excuses - one factory messed up the figures. The case was wrong. COVID happened.

The game is FINALLY done, and the last three updates are that the games (or the parts of them) are in containers in China waiting to get on a boat.

It's deeply hilarious to me at this point. I feel more like I backed 4 years of watching a Sisyphean struggle than a board game.

18 notes • Posted 2021-08-03 21:21:06 GMT

#4

1. Rainbow Capitalism matters because it means market research says it's valuable to do so. It does mean that they made a calculation and it would hurt their bottom line not to reach out to us.

2. Rainbow Capitalism sucks because as soon as June is over, they will continue to support people who want to strip away our rights. It happens.

3. Rainbow Capitalism doesn't mean we've won. It's a sign we're tipping the balance, but public opinion is a fickle thing. So we still have to keep fighting.

28 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 18:17:24 GMT

#3

One of the weirdest things I see in America is this notion that Arizona is full of white GOP people. (And frankly, most of the points I'm about to make also apply to Texas too)

There's this rich denial that Arizona has some of the largest reservations, and that because of its history - Arizona is home to a very sizeable Mexican community.

Somehow, all these people (even those on the left) forget that Arizona used to be part of Mexico.

Today I saw some woman insult Arizona by insulting cheese crisps.

Which actually made me see red. So Cheese crisps are an open face quesadilla. Invented in Sonoran restaurants in Arizona. Which are pretty much all run by Mexican-American families (the older ones are). Chimichangas? Invented by Mexican-American families.

Just like Tex-Mex is a style of food, Sonoran style Mexican food is very much its own thing. There's what's traditional and what's been created by Mexican American people.

Tucson, in fact, is a UNESCO City of Gastronomy - and one of the requirements is that you need to have a food culture that's both steeped in tradition and unique.

But people like to forget that most of the founding families in Arizona weren't white Americans. They were Mexican. Some were white, sure. But they were Mexicans, and the border crossed them to make them Americans. They founded the cities, they ran the cattle farms, and the mines.... they existed.

It's a land twice colonized. First by Spain, then by America. And now, you get white Americans who live in Scottsdale who want to ban teaching Latino studies at any level - because they've already pushed our the Navajo and other indigenous people who live in Arizona from curriculum, trying to do their best to keep them living on reservations, with living conditions well behind the cities that surround them. And they're trying to remove Mexico from Arizona's history, too.

So yes, while white Arizonans exist, and many are obnoxious and loud - that still isn't what Arizona is. They're gerrymandering and suppressing voices just like they have in the South.

32 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 00:56:48 GMT

#2

Strike related things:

Netflix workers are staging a walk-out today (10/20/2021), re: Netflix's handling of Chappelle's The Closer special. (The trans employee group had spoken out after his last special, and were disheartened by the fact that this show got the same push with no warnings, etc. One trans employee was suspended while they investigated her for going into a meeting for executives, but was later reinstated. Another trans employee was fired for allegedly leaking confidential information (how much they paid for the special, which is considered confidential to Neflix) to the press, though it didn't seem as though they were the person who did that)

Employees ask that you not use Netflix today in solidarity. If you want to cancel your service, make sure you let them know that The Closer and their treatment of their trans employees is the reason.

(From an another post - while you’re entitled to do as you like, please pay close attention to what the group you’re advocating for is asking you to do.  Sometimes consumer led boycotts can weaken the negotiating point of a union, because it decreases demand - decreasing urgency.  In this case, Netflix employees are asking Netflix to devote MORE creative energy in positive trans representation, to balance out the ignorant and negative, as well as more promotion FOR those projects. So they don’t want you to cancel your subscription.  But if you wanna do it, do it.  Just don’t start campaigns in honor of them that aren’t what they’re asking for)

Workers at Heavenly Hill Distillery are on Strike (they make a lot of types of whiskey) - UFCW Local 23D have actually been on strike for a month because of a contract that wanted to demand more overtime with less benefits - all while saying their workers are "family", but it hasn't caught the same attention as other strikes. Heavenly Hill has cut off striking employee's health insurance, and has been hiring scabs. (I can't find a union release to boycott, though I did find a couple videos from workers who said they should - but usually if they're at the point where they're hiring scabs, that's when you want to boycott.) https://jacobinmag.com/2021/10/heaven-hill-kentucky-bourbon-workers-strike-overtime-scheduling

Their strike fund: venmo.com/u/ufcwlocal23d

108 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 16:15:19 GMT

#1

Don't announce boycotts if you aren't the workers involved, or if they haven't explicitly called for it. Every group that's on strike has their own individual wishes, and it's best if you honor those instead of making up your own thing. Otherwise, you could end up harming their efforts.

It's one thing if you don't feel comfortable buying Kelloggs while the workers negotiate. Or if you want to cancel Netflix. But if you aren't seeing any calls from the people at the heart of it? Don't start trying to rally up a boycott online.

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6219 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 00:43:31 GMT

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[wackiekebab]

Japanese teacher: so, how much do you guys know about the history of japan

Majority of the class: not much

Those special few: well........................japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's "beautiful"

(ominus low E5 maybe?)in the year negative 1,000,000,000 (drop music, dead)japan might not have been here.

(resume music, mybe) in the year -40,000, it was here, and you could walk to it

and some people walked to it.

then it got warmer, some icebergs melted, (slosh sound) it became an island ,and now there's lots of "trees!" (brisk, short, up beat. airy.like maybe with a light high reverby string triad)because it's warmer.

so now there's people on the island, they're basically sort of hanging out (in between the mountains) eating nuts off trees and using the latest technology, like stones! and bowls! (groovy! they put like shoelaces on them or something)

[actually their technology was super sick. they had bows, and they knew how to fish, and there was plenty of food growing on trees all the time, it was great, but then it got colder and there was less food and less people and it was pretty sad.] cut

(ding, dong) (bell sound) it's the outside world, and they have technology from the future (flash "bronze age" on the screen in the corner somewhere).

like really good metal, and Crazy Rice Farms (exaggerate this visually, but not with vocal effects). now you can make a lot of rice, really really quickly.

(side note: (like, tint the screen and caption it as a side note) that means if you own the farm, you own a lot of food. (red)

which is something everybody needs tosurvive (epic reverb and matching graphic huge dramatic effect or whatever)

so that makes you king.

rice farming and rice kingdoms spread across the land, all the way to here, with these main kingdoms. eventually, This became the main main kingdom (yamato), in control of the entire land.

knock knock, get the door, it's religion.

it's buddhism, and Baekje wants you very badly to try it.

"please try this religion" said Soga. (baeklje was paying him to say this, i think) NO, said everybody.

"TRY IT" said soga.

NO said everybody, again. quieter this time.

and so the religion was put into place, and all the rules that came with it. (show 17 article constitution.)

eventually someone else took control of the government.(Prince Naka no Ōe and Nakatomi no Kamatari) and made some reforms. (taiko reforms). Like making the Government govern More (ritsuryo) and making the government more like china's government, which is a government thay governs more.

"Hi china," they said.

"Hi dipshit," said china

"Can you call us something other than dipshit?" Said japan

"Like what"

"How about sunrise land" said japan

And they stole some of China's alphabet to write a book about thmself. then write lots of poetry and art and another book about themself

then they stopped moving the capital every time the emperor died, and kept it in one place for a while . right here  (heia?? kyo) so they could make it bigger and stronger with like more offices and departments.

and they conquered the north, finally.  (show checking off checklist) (just) get that squared away

& they generally stopped talking to china, because the Chinese government was kind of falling apart at this point.

japan changed their writing system (kana) a little bit.

then they did more art, and poetry start to show examples)

(then clarify)

the rich people in the palace did art and poetry the poor people probably had to work

the art and poetry and writing got better and better, and the imperial palace was so busy doing art and fighting over the throne that they didn't really care about the rest of the country.

rich people in the suburbs had to hire Thugs to protect their shit

the thugs got more organized and became as powerful as the government. (right here, say where the headquarters is, and introduce terms "shogun" and/or "shogunate")

they let the emperor still be "emperor"  but the warriors were actually in control

Breaking news,  the mongols have invaded china.

"we've invaded china" said the mongols.  "please respect us, or else we might invade you as well."

"okay"  said japan (swords drawing, with sheath noise)

so the mongols came over, and tried to fight the Japanese.

on the first day, the Japanese did pretty well, and on the second day, the Mongols army was randomly destroyed by a tornado

the mongols said what the fuck and tried again.

this time, after 7 weeks of fighting, the mongols were randomly destroyed by another tornado.

the warriors were very excited, but very tired ......

then the Emperor overthrows the Shogunate, then the the shogunate overthrows him back and installs a different emperor, who makes the shogun shogun again,

now in Kyoto.

[so how's the economy right now?]

It's Great, actually! there's a lot of trade with Korea and China, things are going really great, thanks for asking.

AND THERE'S A LOT OF NEW ART, here are some of the types:

(list types)

it's time for Who's Going to be the Next Shogun?

usually it's the shoguns kid. but the shogun doesn't have a kid. so he tries to get his brother to quit being a monk and be the next shogun. he says 'ok' but then the shogun has a kid.

SO NOW WHO IS IT GOING TO BE?

vote now on your phones.

and everyone voted so hard that the palace caught on fire and burned down.

the shogun actually didn't care, he was off somewhere doing poetry.

and the whole country began fighting for control of the country.

["FREE FOR ALL!" (sound clip from smashbros64) everyone is fighting. EVERYONE is fighting.] cut, replac with above line.

(can you show a map?)

(boat crash landing sound)

knock knock, it's europe. no, they're not here to Take Over (yet), they just want to sell some shit, like clocks. and GUNS (pan hard right with rev/delay jingle: and "jesus"

meanwhile, this clan is ready to win the free for all, but they are INTERCEPTED by somebody younger, crazier, and more talented (oda nobunaga)

he builds a castle Close to the city, but just far enough so that it won't catch on fire from drama. he is about halfway through conquering japan when

someone who works for him kills him. and then someone else who works for him kills them . and That guy finishes conquering japan.

and then he confiscated everybody's swords!

"and now i'm going to invade korea, and then hopefully China!" he said, and failed. and also died.

so ANOTHER GUY (tokugowa Ieyasu) took over (after fighting everyone else who wanted to take over)

and moved the capital to Edo, which seemed like a good strategy at the time, and he still let the "Emperor" in kyoto dress like an "Emperor"

the Tokugowa family continued to rule japan for a long time, and they were VERY strict. so strict they closed the country. no one can leave, and no one can come in. (sidenote)EXCEPT for the dutch, if they want to buy and sell shit, but they have to do it right here (circle Dejima)

now that the entire country was not at war with itself, the population increased a LOT. business increased. schools were built. roads were built. everyone learned to read. books were published. there was art, poetry, plays, fashion,

and Dutch Studies.

people started to study european science from books they bought from the dutch. we're talkin geography, medicine, astronomy, languages, physics, and maybe even electricity (emphasize this with graphic swell and touch of audio. and full screen something .)

over time, the economic and cultural prosperity began to gradually slow d-

(interrupt the narration.)

(boom. big huge low drone note/drum hit. just show a huge freakin ship. and possibly an overlay of the united states flag at the time.

narrate a little more solemly this time)

knock knock. it's the united states. with Huge boats, with guns. gunboats.

"open .. the country. stop .. having it be closed." said the United States.

there was really nothing they could do. so they signed a contract that lets United Stats, Britain and Russia visit japan any time they want.

Choshu and Satsuma hated this. "that sucks." they said. "this SUCKS."

and they overthrew the shogunate, and somehow, made the Emperor the Emperor again, and moved him to Edo, which they renamed 'Eastern Capital' (Tokyo). they made a new government... which was a Lot More Western. (maybe show 'privy council' compared to british privy council?) in fact they hired hundreds of Westerners to help make the government more Western. they made a new constitution, that was .. pretty Western. (show a diagram of govt if you can, showing house of representatives, etc)

and a military that was pretty western. (show visually LARGE)

and do you know what else is western?

that's right, it's CONQUERING STUFF (visually large, but not so much in audio)

so what can we conquer? (map showing japan and surroundings)

(quick zoom to korea) Korea! they conquer korea, taking it from its previous owner, China, ... and then go "a little bit further" (liaodung peninsula) but Russia rushes in, out of nowhere, and says "stop, no, you can't take that. we were gonna .. build a railroad thru here, to .. try and get some warm water, ..

and Russia builds their railroad ... supervised by a shit-ton of soldiers, and then when the railroad was done, they downgraded to, (fake out decrease graphic, then immediately increase) a FUCKTON. did i say downgrade, i meant upgrade.

and Japan says "can you maybe chill". and russia says "how about maybe you chill." (maybe pointing finger appears on that word?)

(silent, black background.) japan is kind of scared of russia. you'll never guess who is also kind of scared of Russia. quick crossfade into spin around the world.) Great Britain

so Japan and Great Britain make an alliance together, so they can be A Little Less Scared Of Russia.

feeling confident, japan goes to war with russia, just for a moment (show actual time),

jingle: "it's time for world war 1" see movie 65

the World is about to Have A War. because, it's the 1900s, and Weapons are getting crazy, and all these Empires are excited to try them out on each other. (you can show diagram if you want)

meanwhile, japan has been enjoying conquering stuff, and wants MORE (huge, voracious emphasis.) and the next thing on their list is (show "to be conquered" checklist)

this part of China, (tsingdao) and lots of tiny islands .

All that stuff belongs to Germany.

which just had war declared on it by Britain, because Britain was friends with Belgium, which was being tresspassed by Germany in order to get to France to kick France's ass because France is friends with Russia, who was getting ready to kick Austria/(hungary)'s ass, because Austria was getting ready to kick Serbia's ass, because someone in serbia shot the leader of Austria's ass. er, actually he shot him in the head.

and Britain is currently friends with Japan. so you know what that means. (silent pause.) Duh, japan should invade all up in Germany's shit! which they wanted to do anyway.

so they call britain on the Tele(gram) to sort of ... Let Them Know .

and then they did it! and they also helped Britain a little, here and there, with some errands and stuff.

(classic ringing bell sound)

now the war is over, and Congratulations Japan! you technically fought in the war, which means you get to sit at the Negotiating Table! with the big dudes, where they decided who owns what. and Yes, japan gets to keep all that shit they stole from germany.

you also get to join the post war Mega Alliance: the League Of Nations !!! jingle see movie 66

(spoken quicker, like fine print) who's mission statement is to Try Not To Take Over the World

The Great Depression (big low ominous slam, title screen, slowly growing multiple layer thing a la pineapple or mountain of regret)

(narated still over that ominous thing) the great depression is bad. and japan's economy is now crappy.

(break from ominous) but the military is is doing just fine, and it invades Manchuria.

and the League of Nations is like

"no, don't do that, if you're in the league of nations your'e not supposed to take over the world!" (almost like Eric Wareheim 'i cant waeeaeit' sort of voice)

and japan said, "how bout i do anyway" jingle , see movie 71.mov

and japan invaded more and more and more and more of china, and was planning to invade the entire East. (show proposed map of greater east asia co prosperity sphere)

you've got mail" it's from Germany, the new leader of Germany. he has a cool mustache, and he's trying to take over the world and needs friends. (show text, quick letter type / crop reveal of the contents of email: "i am interested in taking over the world, and i was wondering if you could be my friend." this also got forwarded to Italy.

they all decided to be friends, because they had so much in common. (immediately fill table with 'trying to take over the world' and 'needs friends')

"it's time for world war 2" jingle movie 72.

Germany is invading the neighbors. then they invade the neighbors' neighbors. then the neighbors' neighbors' neighbors , who happened to be britain said 'holy shit' and the united states started helping britain, because they are "good friends" see movie 77.

and

started Not Helping japan (clearly indicate or caption somewhere on the screen that that means they stopped "selling oil"), because 'they're "friends and our friends are not friends" (tiny gap) "plus they're planning on invading the entire ocean" same mel. see movie 79.

the United States is also working on a large, very huge bomb. bigger than any other bomb, ever.

Just In Case (maybe like, real silent, plain text, full screen, background dimmed. real dead voc.) ( if you can really subtlely indicate Germany .... in the background. )

but they still haven't joined the war. war looks bad on TV, and united states is really starting to care about their image.

But then, japan spits on them ! in Hawaii, and challenges them to war. and they say Yes! and then Germany, as a symbol of friendship, declares war on the United States also.

so the United States goes to war in Europe (scale tip, germany flies off) and they help the gang chase germany back into germany, and then when they are done, they chase japan back into japan.

and they haven't used the bomb yet, and are curious to see if it works, so they drop it on japan. (devastating explosion which stops all music.) (then after a medium pause , like 3 sec?) "they actually drop 2"

(longer pause, overwhelming silence / mushroom cloud, etc.)

(silent.)

(white flag appears, which says "ok, you win" no vocal here.)

United States installed a new government (show like install wizard or something, maybe even include process details like constitution, blah blah blah, etc) inspired by the United States government, with just the right ingredients for big international businesses to do big international business, such as sell lots of cars, and electronics.

then the economy got worse and staed kinda bad, (show line graph of econ) but they continued to make great video games and cartoons.

Everyone: ....what the fu-???

#history of japan #japanese class #japan #i love that video #whoops #didnt mean to recite all of that #funny #but im really not